Yet she was left to keep the empty bed warm by herself.
This feeling was simply too unpleasant.
As a result, Zhou Shumei thought of Gao Jun again.
A considerate, gentle, handsome, and young man.
In what way was he not better than Lin Beishan?
At this moment, Zhou Shumei's mood began to change slightly.
[Why should Lin Beishan be able to enjoy himself while I, Zhou Shumei, have to keep the empty bed warm?]
[Why?!]
[If you can find a mistress, can't I find my own little brother?]
Zhou Shumei's emotions grew increasingly agitated.
She even wished she could directly open the master bedroom door and confront Lin Beishan.
But she didn't dare to.
After all, she still had to rely on him to support the household.
Since he didn't care about her, then she would take care of herself.
Zhou Shumei immediately glanced at the stuffed toy beside her.
It was a gift from Gao Jun.
Thinking of this, she turned off the light and then tucked the toy into the bed...
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